The Football Player's Roommate

7.

"Honey, I'm home!!" I hear an obnoxious voice that I am slowly becoming familiar with echo from the front door.

I toss my book onto the couch beside me and walk to see Theo with the few remaining boxes resting within his arms. His bulging muscles under his white, long-sleeved t-shirt were practically begging to be seen.

"That everything?" I ask looking around the room at about twenty cardboard boxes sitting around my living room.

I'm almost certain that he had more crap in the apartment right now than I've had in my whole life.

"Yep," He walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I wasn't used to people being this near me, and I could feel my cheeks burning at this very moment. "I left most of my stuff at home though." How the hell could he have more?!

I could see his lips tilt downwards as if he was sad about it, but they lifted within ten seconds to transform to a completely new expression.

"Well I should probably start unpacking." He rubbed his hands together excitedly.

He went into the kitchen and I could almost immediately hear him digging through drawers. Items were falling and hitting the floor, and I could feel my irritation rising.

"Third drawer over from the right under the counter!" I shout.

He comes back looking prouder than ever with a triumphant smile on his face with one hand wrapped around a shiny new pair of scissors.

"Found 'em all on my own." He smirked.

"I'm so sure you did." I dryly chuckled.

I went back to reading with a newfound pack of fruit snacks in hand as he carried each box into his room.

When he had finally moved all in his junk into his room the door shut, and all I could hear music blasting.

Fantastic.

I tried my best to ignore it, and keep reading, but no matter how hard I tried to focus I couldn't.

It's especially hard to read about one of the greatest and most romantic pieces of English literature of all time (at least according to my professor), Romeo and Juliet, when all I could hear was a rapper is talking about having sex with a stripper.

With a scoff and I'm sure an angry look on my face I stormed into Theo's room.

"Hey! You need to turn it down. I can't focus, and we are going to get a noise compl..-"

My jaw absolutely dropped at the sight.

There he was. Sitting with a roll of pale pink Hubba Bubba in hand and piles upon piles of junk surrounding him in a circle with him in the direct middle. This boy had a serious hoarding problem.

It was such a mess, and I instantly had the urge to start cleaning, but I contained it and remained rooted in the doorway with my arms crossed.

He set his bubblegum aside and grinned widely like a kid meeting Santa for the first time. "Hey! Wanna join in on this amazing fun?"

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm totally good out here," I pointed in the direction of the couch. "Where we don't listen to demeaning music and a place where clothes are kind of a required thing." I pointed to his exposed abdomen.